Focus yourself and fortify your mind, see if Alina will aid you.

With a huge mental effort you pull yourself away from the call of your body. Under Alina’s touch the pleasure in your breasts is slowly building in your belly, waves moving through your body at her command. The tingling is almost more than you can bear. And yet you bear it. In your mind you focus of an image of home. Home in the elven forest, deep in the heartwood. The vast structures of the trees, larger than anything in human lands. Secret places full of tree top villages, and homes built into the huge trunks themselves. Your home is one such place, grown into the living tree with nature magic. Rooms and windows within as the tree continues to grow without. The calm green smell pervades your memories and a yearning to see it all again wells within you. You must escape!

You return to the present to see Alina looking curious. The moving orb is still absorbed with your body and her hands. You mouth a simple question at her.

“What comes next?”

She hesitates just a moment, her expression showing surprise at your resistance. In that moment the mirror image shifts, the orb moving to take in a wider view of you both. She bites her lip, moving hands now covering the musculature your flat stomach and then your ribs, careful not to tickle but constantly stroking, every little move being relayed to the mirror.

Biting her lip she stops touching you, reaching down to grasp her silken top and draw it off over her head. She is of course naked beneath, her breasts seeming to almost glow in the dim light. They are smaller than yours, sitting high on her chest, nipples pink and wide with long stiff tips. She brushes her slick fingers across them with a moan, and then leans slowly down to press them onto the soft flesh of your chest, seemingly unable to help herself. Her eyes flick to the side, watching the image change. You have no idea who is controlling the orb or if it moves independently but it’s magical gaze fills with the sight of her nipples sliding against yours. The sensation is extraordinary and it’s all you can do to keep your head.

Her lips are suddenly at your ear, speaking in the softest of whispers.

“Truthfully sister, I don’t know what comes next. But I know they will give you a choice. Perhaps their own experiments can be turned against them in the right circumstance. Use the strength of others to make your escape..”

She sounds like she has a little more to add, but the image is moving and your faces are starting to show. Her tongue sweeps against your earlobe before she “gathers” herself, sitting up and unsteadily swinging herself to her feet. She dribbles the last drops of oil onto your belly button, and you feel as much as see dribbles chasing each other down between your pressed together thighs. She watches and then speaks, slowly wiping her hands on the towel.

“My duty is done. You are prepared for what follows I think.”

She softly strokes the excess oil from your skin, leaving you slick and tingling.

“Good luck Jennara. I’m sure you’ll see and feel the right thing to do before long. May we see each other again when we are on the same side.”

She sweeps up her cloths and her top onto the tray and picks it up. Her bare feet repeat the pat pat pat rhythm to the door in the wall she came through, which opens for her without her needing to knock. Then she is gone but the door does not close..